cont. | @decvmp
the familiar ache of a run resides deep within meg’s lungs and the soles of her feet - - - something she had long since grown accustomed to in this particular hell . running was what she was best at , the only thing she knew without a doubt that she could do . keep whichever asshole it’d be busy while everyone else got shit done , get everyone out alive even if it meant her own demise . the majority of them had learned her tactics , however , and most of them would find an easier target . . . which is exactly how claudette’s screams could be heard throughout the realm , body hanging from one of the various hooks scattered across the farm . ( it’d never not make meg’s stomach twist into a thousand knots . ) “ look , dude , if you have a death wish , you can go back . “ meg starts with a certain harshness that leaves a bitter taste in her mouth and causes lips to purse both in contemplation and to steady her breathing . she knew the new guy had a point - - - they couldn’t leave her behind . “ shit . “ she breathes out and straightens her posture . “ i’ll keep him distracted if you can get her , but we have to be quick . think you can handle that ? “
